Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 100. Newborn Death - 2

And thou, O Life, the lady of all bliss,
With whom, when our first heart beat full and fast,
I wandered till the haunts of men were pass'd,
And in fair places found all bowers amiss
Till only woods and waves might hear our kiss,
While to the winds all thought of Death we cast:--
Ah, Life! and must I have from thee at last
No smile to greet me and no babe but this?

Lo! Love, the child once ours; and Song, whose hair
Blew like a flame and blossomed like a wreath;
And Art, whose eyes were worlds by God found fair;
These o'er the book of Nature mixed their breath
With neck-twined arms, as oft we watched them there:
And did these die that thou mightst bear me Death?

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 40. Severed Selves
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 33. Venus Victrix
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp's Shrine
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 37. The Love-Moon

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